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*A woman enters the Mansion, and she is, to those who know how to recognize such things, quite clearly not human. Her skin is pale and smooth as alabaster, and as unyeilding as it, if you were to happen to shake her hand. Her red hair, which hangs, loose but neatly brushed, to her waist, seems too perfectly arranged to be real. Her nails look like they are made out of glass, and, if she was to open her mouth, you might just see fangs there.
Yet, if one looks into her eyes, it is difficult to think her a malicious creature. There is a remarkable calm to her, for she has seen millenia pass and remained unchanged herself. And, now, she looks around, taking in her surroundings, looking for those of her kind, or her bloodline, or simply those she might like to talk to.*
[Typist: Continuing the flood of Vampire Chronicles characters, here's Maharet, from the aforementioned series by Anne Rice. She's an ancient vampire from pre-Old Kingdom Egypt.]
Yet, if one looks into her eyes, it is difficult to think her a malicious creature. There is a remarkable calm to her, for she has seen millenia pass and remained unchanged herself. And, now, she looks around, taking in her surroundings, looking for those of her kind, or her bloodline, or simply those she might like to talk to.*
[Typist: Continuing the flood of Vampire Chronicles characters, here's Maharet, from the aforementioned series by Anne Rice. She's an ancient vampire from pre-Old Kingdom Egypt.]